A/N: I can't believe I took more than a month away from this. To be honest, I had this chapter handwritten for about a week or two, but I was iffy about it, so I put it aside. What I had written in my notebook was something completely different than the chapter that I'm posting for you all to read, which I'm glad. I like this version much better and hopefully everyone enjoys!

P.S- To help us all get through the summer lull without ouat, I will be updating all of my stories, Sundays at 8pm/est!

Buried Treasure

Chapter Five: Something is Enough

The party was wrapping up. The last of the guests were saying their goodbyes as Emma made sure to thank them again before they went.

As Red was getting ready to go, she pulled Emma in for a hug. "We won't miss any more birthdays," she promised.

Emma's smile grew. "Thanks."

Red pulled away wearing a wicked grin. "Just wait 'till you see what we have planned for next year."

"Hey, no way, no big party. Parties aren't my thing. I don't like them. At all."

"Really? You seemed to have fun today."

Emma wanted to argue, but she couldn't. Truth is, she did have fun.

"See," Red gloated.

"Yeah, yeah. So hey, I'm afraid to ask but…who was supposed to be my Godfather?"

"You really wanna know?"

"I don't know. Do I?"

A smile crept to Red's face. "Leroy."

Emma frowned. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, she's isn't."

Emma turned to find Snow approaching.

"What's wrong with Leroy?"

"Nothing, it's just… you know, he can be… grumpy…sometimes."

Snow smiled. "He has a good heart. He and the other dwarves took me in when I needed a home. They helped me lead an attack on the castle to rescue David… I owe them a lot."

"I get it. Enough with the heavy. I'm going to the station. Henry, you wanna come!"

"Where?" the boy asked while hopping from his stool in the kitchen.

"The station. I've got some paperwork you can help me catch up on."

"But that doesn't sound fun."

"You don't have to come," Emma said with a smile.

"But it's your birthday. You shouldn't go either. And what about your present?"

"Oh, right," Emma realized. "You guys went too crazy with all this."

"I've got twenty eight years worth of birthday presents to make up for. You haven't seen crazy. Now come on. Your surprise awaits."

Emma put her jacket back on the hook and followed everyone to her parents' bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed as she watched with curiosity as David went to the closet. When Snow hurried to his side to help keep things from falling as David was pulling the present free, Emma leaned over to Henry and whispered, "what is it?"

Henry shrugged.

Emma's brows furrowed in confusion. "You don't know?"

"No he doesn't," David said.

"We wanted to tell him," Snow started to explain as David carefully set the wrapped gift down on the bed, "but we didn't want to risk you prying it out of him."

Emma matched her mother's smirk while swinging her arm around Henry's shoulder and pulling him to her side. She kissed her son's forehead as her parents sat down.

"Okay, well, I could say a lot about this," Snow said while taking the present into her lap.

"But we want you to see it for yourself first," David finished.

Snow met her husband's eyes, her brows furrowed in question. David smiled, looking from Emma to his wife, silently letting her know that it would be best to just let Emma open it. Snow nodded. With a smile, Snow handed the gift to her daughter.

"Thanks," Emma murmured. She looked to Henry, her face showing her uncertainty.

"It's okay. It's a present. You'll like it," the boy said encouragingly.

"You always make everything so simple, don't you?"

With a shrug, Henry said, "I'm a kid."

Emma smiled. She took a breath and focused on the present in her lap. She took her time peeling back the pink paper, this time no one joking about her pace.

Snow couldn't help feeling anxious. Without meaning to, she bit on her lower lip as Emma unwrapped the last of the paper. Snow watched as Emma was met with a large shoebox, one meant for boots. Snow held her breath as Emma lifted the lid.

Emma's forehead wrinkled in thought, her brows furrowed in curiosity… the mobile. She'd seen it before. Emma put the present aside and jumped to her feet.

"Emma?" Snow asked with a frown while hurrying after her.

David and Henry were in toe as Snow led the way through the room. They followed Emma upstairs to find her on the bed, opening Henry's fairytale book.

"Honey?" Snow said.

Emma found the page she was looking for, and then pointed to the picture.

Snow walked further into the room and sat down next to her daughter. She smiled at the picture. She was pregnant. David was standing beside her, smiles on their faces as they stood over the basinet, a mobile hanging overhead.

"You're giving me the mobile," Emma said, her eyes glued to the drawing.

"Yes," Snow confirmed softly.

"I've seen it, at Gold's."

"When you broke the curse, we realized it was there and bought it right away… its yours, sweetheart. We want you to have it."

Emma pulled her eyes from the book to look at her mother. Her lips formed a weary smile as she fought to keep tears from watering her eyes.

"We know you're not a baby anymore," David said while taking a seat on the other side of the bed, next to Emma. "but if there's anything we can give you from the life you should have had, that's what we want to do."

"If you'll accept it," Snow added.

Emma looked back to the picture. She put the pad of her finger to the page, tracing each part of the silver mobile, every unicorn.

"Never had one of these before," Emma said quietly.

Snow put her hand to Emma's back, rubbing small circles. "Now you do."

Emma smiled. "… I, um… never mind."

"What is it?" Snow pressed gently.

"… might be nice to hang it up. You know, it shouldn't just lie around in a box. Isn't that how it gets all tangled up?"

David's smile grew a mile wide. "I'm on it. Come on, Henry. Give your old gramps a hand. There's plenty of room on the wall to hang it over the bed."

"Got it," the boy said eagerly while following his grandpa from the room.

Wordlessly, Emma looked away from the book and put her arms around her mother, surprising Snow. Emma's eyes fell closed as she put her chin to Snow's shoulder.

"Thank you," Emma whispered.

Snow held her daughter tight. "Oh, sweetheart… if I could give it all back to you, I would."

"This is enough."

Snow smiled further. "Happy birthday, Emma."

The End

Hope you enjoyed! As always, I'm looking for some one-shot/short story ideas. I love doing charming family feels, but I'll take any prompts and see if I can work with them, so please, send any ideas my way!